The more Adrian Quincy looked, the more his heart ached. "I’m sorry. It’s my fault."
"It’s fine. I can bear it for a few days. When my dad used to hit , I’d just wear long pants. I’m used to it."
The words were spoken casually, but he took them to heart.
’What he did to her last night... How was that any different from dostic abuse?’
’He’d only cared about his own montary pleasure, leaving her in pain. He couldn’t forgive his irrational self...’
Overco with guilt, Adrian Quincy said in a deep voice, "Claire, from now on, no matter what you ask of , I will never give you a hard ti again. I would go through hell and high water for you. Let this be my lesson."
"You..." Claire Sinclair was speechless.
’He didn’t have to make that kind of declaration, did he?’
"If I fail, I’ll be at your rcy," Adrian Quincy added.
Claire Sinclair’s face grew slightly warm as she muttered, "It’s not like I can do anything to you anyway..."
"What would you like to do to ?" Adrian Quincy shot back.
A mischievous smile suddenly appeared on Claire Sinclair’s face. "What if I want you to bark like a puppy?"
"WOOF."
...
’Great Demon King Quincy, there goes your cold and aloof persona again!’
"Bark like a Tibetan Mastiff!"
"GRR-WOOF."
"A husky!"
"AWOOO~"
"A poodle!"
"YAP YAP."
’Great Demon King Quincy, you’re killing !’
"Hahaha..." Claire Sinclair couldn’t take it anymore, bursting into laughter until she was almost out of breath.
’Is this guy secretly a dog? His impressions are spot on!’
’I can’t, I can’t... She was about to keel over from laughing. The more she thought about it, the funnier it beca...’
Seeing the girl’s unrestrained smile, Adrian Quincy felt a surge of joy.
Her smile was his entire world.
He had thought that after making up, she would be willing to move back in with him. But that sa afternoon, Claire Sinclair left and returned to her hotel room.
Adrian Quincy was incredibly reluctant to see her go, but the mory of his transgression from the night before forced him to let her.
He believed that one day, she would return to his side willingly, in the na of love.
...
Getting The Great Demon King Quincy to pose for a photo was no easy task; they had to wait until he could squeeze them in on Friday afternoon.
Henry Hartwell arrived at Quincy Manor with Claire Sinclair, shouldering a DSLR cara.
Claire Sinclair’s face was practically an all-access pass. It spared her from any identity check, and by extension, Henry Hartwell didn’t need a pass either and was allowed straight in.
Henry Hartwell remarked, "Claire Sinclair, this place is way more impressive than our offices at Astoria Daily. Have you considered a change of work environnt?"
Claire Sinclair’s stance was firm. "Not even considering it."
"Why not?"
"No reason. I just like being a reporter."
"Haha, if Young Master Quincy heard you say that, he’d be crushed."
Claire Sinclair didn’t reply, simply leading Henry Hartwell to the door of Adrian Quincy’s office.
"Mr. Quincy, I’ve brought Teacher Hartwell. May we co in?"
"Co in."
Permission granted, Claire Sinclair imdiately led him inside.
Adrian Quincy shot up from his seat, walked over to greet her, and naturally pulled her into his arms, lowering his head for a light kiss...
"Mmph—" Claire Sinclair struggled instinctively.
’This guy! Teacher Hartwell is watching!’
Henry Hartwell raised an eyebrow in reminder. "You two, cool it. You’ve got a third wheel here."
Adrian Quincy acted as if he hadn’t heard a word—perhaps even intentionally so. Instead, he lifted Claire Sinclair onto his desk and deepened the kiss.
Faced with The Great Demon King Quincy’s masterful technique, how could an innocent rabbit like Claire Sinclair possibly resist? In an instant, she was kissed until her body went limp, utterly drained of strength.
In the end, she could only rely on the man’s powerful arms wrapped around her to keep from sliding off the desk.
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